Essay About Moving

You know how everyone says moving is hard, well on September 18 I found out how true that statement really is, and more! On the day my family moved, everything that could have gone wrong seemed to go wrong. I will never forget September 18 because it was the most action packed day. The day my family was homeless will go down in my history forever.
Of course, the day did not start out normal. The whole family woke up to the hard ruff carpet, with nothing but a pillow and old sheets to get us through the night. Why you say, to get straight to the point we lost the keys to our storage, and you guessed it, our sleeping bags were in there. After waking up to sore back because of the harsh floor, we had to scramble to get everything down to the last detail in our house.

Now, I know what you are think, but no, nothing went wrong with the sale of our house, the realtor was simply getting the sign from our yard. When all the sudden, I hear a noise coming from my house and it was because the relator cut herself badly. Now I still don’t know till this day how she cut her leg, but back then all I remember is that she was hurt, and all the supplies we had to helped her was packed. Everybody was frantically looking around and opening boxes trying to find something that could even come close to resembling a bandage. When finally, in our cramped van I found a First Aid kit. After all that ruckus, my dad had fixed up the relator. Then, my mom, dad, and the realtor when and closed on the house. We were officially homeless! When everything had started to slow down my siblings and I went to my neighbors to tried to start on school. However, when we logged on our computers, we realized we had no Wi-Fi. So, my older brother called my dad who said it was on my mom’s phone. We asked were mom’s phone was and what do you know it was carelessly put in the back of the U-hale. After the